The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.
ADRIENNE RICHThis is one of the ways in which women’s work and thinking has been made to seem sporadic, errant, orphaned of any tradition of its own.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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The revolution of a wheel which returns in the end to the same place; the revolving door of a politics which has liberated women only to use them, and only within the limits of male tolerance.
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It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.
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If you are trying to transform a brutalized society into one where people can live in dignity and hope, you begin with the empowering of the most powerless. You build from the ground up.
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Young people know they are being betrayed by he mass electronic media. It caricatures them, caricatures others.
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A life I didn’t choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do.
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You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.
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I wanted him [my father] to cherish and approve of me, not as he had when I was a child, but as the woman I was, who had her own mind and had made her own choices.
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In America we have only the present tense. I am in danger. You are in danger.
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These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
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As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow.
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I define “politics” as the on-going collective struggle for liberation and for the power to create – not only works of art, but also just and nonviolent social institutions.
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A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
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he ocean on whose surface vessels (personified as female) can ride but in whose depth sailors meet their death and monsters conceal themselves.
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A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.
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Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
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